The Escapist Avatar Adventure: An Open RP (Now Re-Opened!)

[NotYetForsaken]

The Avatar Adventure
Location: MIT Convention Center
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Azan

Azan stared at the firebat. The air was filled with an acrid scent, like charcoal. The firebat stepped forward, raising his flamethrowers toward the poor boy. Azan stepped forward and brought Dragon Tooth to bear, rushing forward in a flurry of stone and steel. The first strike cracked against the Firebat's thick armor, knocking him forward and filling the hall with a shrill ringing of metal.

He was unfazed. The firebat turned around, indignant. "Who are you, why are there so many DAMN people here!?" His voice echoed through his transponder. He raised an arm and let loose a flurry of fire, dousing Azan in flame. Luckily for him (and mostly by pure chance) Havel's armor was built to resist flame. The stone dragonscales that the armor was forged from kept cool as the napalm licked the grey slate.

Azan swung again, knocking the firebat's arm upwards. "Run!" He screamed at the boy. The soldier stood at least three feet over Azan's stockier build and so the firebat bullrushed Azan, throwing him against the wall.

"Intruders will be punished." The firebat prepped his flamethrowers, intent on roasting the man alive.

Azan got onto his feet and held Dragon Tooth up against the oncoming enforcer. However, Azan held Dragon Tooth inversely, holding onto the large blunt base and rushing forward to pierce the enforcer in the chest.

Spoiler: Paradigm Story

He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 3 - Superposition of Threads, Observing Eyes
Location: In Transit - Sweden​

The Storyteller

"BlackHarte sat down across the table from me. I wasn't sure when it happened, but I found that I myself was sitting at the table too. The tea set and book were laid out before us, and Lambda and Nu stood at attention behind me. BlackHarte, still a formless creature, looked at me. He had formed the most rudimentary generalization of eyes.

'A Cauldron,' BlackHarte began 'is an artificial construct that takes in human souls and tempers them. It takes people as fuel to perform phenomena intervention. This is known.' He picked up a tea cup and filled it with some of the hot liquid. It smelled of oranges.

He continued, 'You, as a unit, are now fully capable of Observation, having consumed not one, but two living Observers and tempered their souls. It is simply a matter of trial and error. 'We are disturbed however, at your mention that you were created to be based off of us.'

He beckoned Lambda over and handed her a small slice of cake. She smiled, her red eyes lit up with a rare happiness. 'We am finding that controlling us ourselves is proving to be a difficult endeavor. Were it not for the Observational phenomena that granted us life, our very fabric would unravel so very easily. But as it stands we are gifted with the ability to press onward, though we may have pushed ourselves far too much.'

Nu seemed unhappy. BlackHarte waved her off and she vanished from the garden. 'If you have nothing else to propose we will be taking our leave. We have gathered what information we have desired.'"

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Convention: Main Hall: David, Kalastryn, anyone else

David finally caught the hint that Kala was laying down as Nadalia and Rugal went to talk to the guards about the former's "Unwanted handling".
"...y-yeah, maybe we should move on..." He nervously said as they moved deeper into the main hub of the convention, nearer to the enterances to the main stages for the head line games like Counter Strike and DOTA.
"Dammit...Hope they can handle that, can't blow our cover to save their asses. Not now at least..." He grumbled, though he trusted Rugal's Judgement enough to manage to avoid them having a major fight right outside the venue.
"Alright then, I think we should check out the main stages, Kayta just texted me and said that she has the Counter Strike stage so that leaves us with....ummm..." The sniper stumbled on his words when he realized he barely knew half of the other stuff they were showing, turns out there is much time for videogames in the military.
"...Gah, fuck. Alright, hand on, should be a guide here somewhere...A-ha. Here we go..." He added as he managed to grab a listing for the big events for the day.

Ultra Street Fighter 4/Fighting Game Bloc - Stage 1
League of Legends - Stage 2
Defense of the Ancients 2 - Stage 3
Counter Strike - Stage 4
Starcraft 2 - Stage 5
Cosplay Contest - Stage 6

"...Huh...You know, when i heard the word "eSports", I thought they were just going to play FIFA or something...Right Kal, which one you going to?" David mused as he looked though the guide.

MIT Convention: Cosplay Contest: Storm, Alpha

If they thought that the crowd on the way in was daunting, that was nothing compared to the crowd near the contest area, a massive explosion of color flooded over Storm and Alpha as they made their way inside.
Between all the people making their way to the judging booth and all the other people just there to play around in character, it soon became extremely hard for the pair to remain together as the massive sea of cosplayers soon split them up.
Storm found himself being pushed towards the stage where a queue of cosplayers were lined up to be judged while Alpha found herself being shoved into the middle of the mass of humans.
As this was going on, she noticed a few more strange prompts appearing in her programming:

[color=grey]runas /noprofile /env /user Users:Adminstration/AIMBot cmd[/color]

enter administration password: [color=grey]You**************************************************[/color]
Access Denied
enter administration password: [color=grey]***Will**********************************************[/color]
Access Denied
enter administration password: [color=grey]*******Not*******************************************[/color]
Access Denied
enter administration password: [color=grey]**********Escape*************************************[/color]
Access Denied
enter administration password: [color=grey]****************Me***********************************[/color]
Access Denied
enter administration password: [color=grey]******************Alpha******************************[/color]
Access Denied

It was that "Person" from earlier, it was trying to hack her by trying every possible password combination in extremely rapid succession, like trying to break down a door by kicking it over and over and over and over again.
And judging from how quickly it was going down the list of possible answers, it lead her to realize something: It was another AI that was trying to do this!

MIT Convention: Student Computer Lab ARES

Before the students could even respond to her comment, they were both out like a light and slumped over the desks they were sitting at.
A download wasn't entirely necessary, seeing how the file in question was already open right in front of her, though there was a copy of it on the portable hard drive one of the students brought with them.
On the code of "Semester 2 Project" was several references to something called "M.A.N.G.O. Ver. 2.01".
While it didn't actually show her what the device looked like, the programs these students were making said it all: Advanced shield systems, complex life support, enough weapon drivers to make some of her kin rather jealous.
Looks like Cortex was outsourcing some of his weapons research to his students, thankfully it seems this one was compete as the code was just started under a week ago, but this raised a question: If this was Semester 2, What was Semester 1?

MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 3: Azan

The poor teen didn't need any more prompting from Azan as he went to engage the firebat.
The sword trust cleanly though the suit's armor, threatening to stab the man within, but the pilot, being aware of this, was quick to grab the blade in with his hands before wrestling for control of it, least it impale him.
He then brought the foot of his armor into Azan's gut before violently headbutting the knight, using his protective helmet to try and shun his enemy.
After that, he gripped tightly around the sword before throwing himself down on his back as he lifted the blade upwards, the end result being a sort of "Suplex" that would drive Azan's skull into the ground and (Hopefully) get this damn sword out of his chest!

MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 4: Wanderer

Meanwhile, Wanderer was able to sneak out the vent without too much trouble as the woman was too busy trying to repair her arm to really notice him.
Once she was done however, she glanced over as he was walking away and let out a loud groan before marching up to him.
"HEY! IDOITIA! Joo can't go that way, you fucking inbred!" She began shouting at him before she grabbed him by the shoulder before pushing him against the wall.
"Now, get the hell over to Stage 2, some dumb fat chocolate eating brat when an-....an....I-i-i-...know joo..." She trailed off as she looked deep into his eyes for a moment, all anger fading from her voice as she slowly took off his glasses and baseball cap.
The good news was: Wanderer now remembered who she was.
The Bad news was: Catalina now remembered who Wanderer was! [http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/jump/540.101127.19851252]
"...JOO! FUCKING *****! JOO MADE ME LIKE THIS! ALL YOU MEN ARE THE FUCKING SAME!" She frantically screamed before violent striking him in the gut with a violent upper cut, enough to break both his Damage Threshold and his Damage Resistance as he pinned him to the ground and began to try and insert her fist into his brain by punching him repeatedly in the face, her augmentations allowing her to do so at a breakneck speed.

MIT Convention: CS_MIT Spectator Mode: Kayta

As the bullets flew though the air and shouts of "Fire in the hole" rang out, Kayta was able to admire just how much detail the student community map creators put into the map they were using for the Invitational, It was nearly a 1:1 model of the building they were inside.
As a result, she got a good idea of the layout of the building but she also got a good idea of what "Could" be in the building.
While it seems great care was taken to re-create the college, several areas seemed to be rather out of place, she could tell as there was a sharp decline in texture quality (The bane of any Hardcore PC Gamer), as if someone "Painted over" those spots with a generic texture prior to the map being used.
Such areas including: A old boiler room entrance near Stage 1, a loading bay door near the Service Entrance outside and the entirety of the Administrators office.
Still, while she knew the building like the back of her hand now, that wasn't suddenly going to get rid of the mercs Cortex hired as "Staff" that guarded the rest of the building outside of the parts used for the convention.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
Time: 11:30 AM EST​

Now that Katya knew the familiar with the layout of the campus and aware of the areas that had been edited out of the scanned map, she quickly sent a message to each of the Rising Dawn members, attaching a map with those areas of interest highlighted.

The scanned map of the campus had been a pleasant surprise for the H@xxx0r H3r01n3 since it made getting around the campus far easier since she'd had a "first person perspective" on moving about the campus. Since there was still quite a while before her match, the young woman who appeared to look like an 8 year old katana wielding blond with an aviator's cap decided to take a tour of the campus.

With that decision made, Katya headed towards the admissions office where there would be student lead campus tours. As she walked towards the office, her shirt shifted and morphed until it became a maroon sweatshirt with HARVARD written boldly in front. If the "staff" was any good at their job, one of them would escort Katya to the security office before she was jumped by a gaggle of MIT students for wearing clothing belonging to their Boston rivals.

Spoiler: Paradigm Story: Biological Enhancement Weaponized Phage

He Who Would Be God
Chapter: 2 Superimposed Possibility, Phenomena Intervention
Location: SFO | San Francisco | California​

The Stranger

The story was almost complete and I stretched in my seat, aware that the staff was starting their shift change as the voices of nurses passing on information in regards to the patients statuses drifted in through the plastic curtain that kept Patient Zero, the Waitress and myself out of sight. In the distance, the hospital's PA announced an incoming ambulance bringing in patients from a car crash. An intercepted message informed me that one of the victims of the crash was D.O.A. While unfortunate for the victim, it was fortunate for me as my biologics were starting to get hungry.

"I looked at my conceptual progenitor and nodded slowly. While I was comfortable with my mothers, Deborah and Titania, the fact that I had located Subject: Blackharte and spent only the briefest of time with them bothered me. As much as I cared for my mothers, I had more in common with Subject: Blackharte than I did them."

"'I do have an additional proposition.' I stated boldly as Subject Blackharte prepared to exist the virtual space where A.I. could congregate, 'If I have need of contacting you, will you provide me the means?'"

"I sat there and waited for his answer, sampling some of the refreshments that had been provided. As I did, I pondered various methods of becoming able to Observe myself. True I could have asked Mother Titania in regards to that ability, but her answer might have been similar to Subject: Blackharte's or worse, she could have refused and mistaken my question as a step closer to being more like Subject: Blackharte. With the issues that she and Mother Deborah were having with the Murakumo units, teaching another entity similar to Subject: Blackharte might have been a death warrant."

"Patiently, I awaited the answer to my query and wondered if I was betraying the trust of my mothers. Looking into the cabin through the aircraft's window, I saw my human self stir and nuzzle against Mother Deborah."

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Outside of the building

Nadalia/Rugal

With an audible sigh escaping his mask, Rugal thanked whatever god was in charge at the moment that they were able to get out of that situation without a major incident blowing their cover.
He then turned to Nadalia, the cock he had for a face hiding his extremely annoyed glare at the Iron Queen.
"...Look, I understand how undesirable that situation there was for you, but I am to ask that you try to maintain our cover for the sake of this mission. Sooner we find this man, the sooner you track that little brat down and teach him how to treat a woman. And I can get out of this fucking costume. [sub]Tch, the hell is a Furry anyway?[/sub]" He grumbled right before his PDA went off in his pocket.
Taking it out, he then saw that Katya was kind enough to send him the blueprints for the building as well as a few points of interest.
"Service Entrance, Hm? Alright, one of our own managed to secure some intel, she said to look by the Service route into the building. Might even be able to avoid the bulk of the guards going that way." He then explained, pausing only to finally catch up on the fact that she was still clinging onto his arm.
"...You can also stop that now. I'm already in a committed relationship." he then pointed out as he went for the aforementioned entrance.

It was a standard loading bay [http://ws-solutions.co.uk/img/loadingbay/loading%20bay.jpg] used mostly for bringing in supplies but since Dr. Lang took over the place, it had been seeing increased traffic in both directions as vast amounts of materials were both brought in and sent back out, even now there was a line of trucks in the process of being loaded by college staff, though most of them looked about as young as the students as they hauled box after box into the trucks, straining from the effort.
Overwatching them was a single Marine guard, though by watching, I mean leaning against the wall smoking a vaper while reading a Playboy, solely for the articles of course.
"HEY! We done yet? I have football practice in 30 minutes!" One of the "Staff" whined, his question being answered by the following statement: "And if you would like to have legs to be able to practice with, I'd advise getting back to work!"
So the "Worker" did so as the Marine went back to his "Reading".
Rugal meanwhile was peering around the corner, scoping out the situation.
"Guard wouldn't too hard to take out if we got the jump on him, the problem is how to do that without him radioing in..." He sighed as he tried to figure out a way around him.

MIT Convention: Admissions Office: Kayta

Much like the rest of the building, instead of finding happy friendly college staff when she went to the Admission's office, Katya instead found another extremely bored and annoyed looking Cosplayer [http://vignette4.wikia.nocookie.net/starcraft/images/b/b7/Battlecruiser_SC2_Head1.jpg/revision/latest/scale-to-width/315?cb=20100721020440] manning the office, chain-smoking like a man the age of the "Character" he was supposed to be.
With just one glance, he instantly called Katya out: "Oh look what we have here. Another Harvard ***** snooping around the place. Listen, Little Girl. You turn around and get the hell out of here. We don't take kindly to academic spies around here, not after the last prick who showed up trying to get an insider advantage!"
Guess paranoia of someone stealing his research prompted Cortex to step up security (Or at least encourage "Friendly Relations" with other colleges).
Either way, she saw that there was a few idle guards around this part of the building, all them had their eyes leering at her with dirty looks, practically begging her to do something to justify them taking her in for "Questioning".

Spoiler: Meanwhile, now that I finally remembered this scene ^^;

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

3 holes in your chest is a problem, 20 is a serious issue, something that Khamsin was finding out while the rest of his forces were being pushed back out of the area by the remaining militia.
Bleeding and sparking from the damage, he found it rather hard to move, namely because the servos connecting this cyborg limbs were shot to shit and it's hard to pilot something if you can't use the controls.
"No! No! Come on! come-..." Khamsin pleaded until his face went blank with shock as a line of text went along his hud:

Contract Khamsin: Terminated
Erasing records.
EYE_SEE HUD self destruct engaged.

"...WAHHHHH! GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT OF MY HEAD! IT'S GOING TO BLOW!" The Merc then began to frantically scream as he attempted to claw out his own eye before it blew up and took his brains with it.
"PLEASE! HELP ME! THEY'RE GOING TO KILL ME!" He begged as the Merc began to enter the last 10 seconds of his "Employment"...

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Admissions Office | Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
​

The Gamer Girl sighed as she spotted yet another Cosplayer from Starcraft, this one a Battle Cruiser Captain, one of the more annoying characters from the SC-verse. Secretly, Katya wished that the staff would have cosplayed as the Zerg since that would have been infinitely more interesting, especially if someone tried to dress up as an Ultralisk. But still there was the matter at hand, namely the leering guards. Why was it that guards were always leering? Why couldn't they have gazed or glared or glanced over at? Considering Katya appeared to an 8 year old girl, the leering was rather... disturbing.

The fact that the Battle Cruiser Captain called her a ***** didn't help either. Still, there were far too many guards inside the admissions office for the nearly berserk babe to off the "Secretary." Which meant Plan B.

"H3y! D0n'7 chu r3c0gn1z3 m3 j00 1d10t?" The young girl screamed at the Russian Accented Asshole, "1'm h3r3 fur m@h d3br13f1ng! I ju57 f0und 0ut th@t H@rv@rd iz gunna h@xx0r uz dur1ng t3h 3v3nt @nd st3@l t3h pl@nz f0r t3h pr0j3ct! I n33d t0 s33 t3h b0ss b3f0r3 iz t00 l@t3!"

As Katya spoke, she grabbed the Chain Smoking Cock by the collar and screamed in his face, globules of spit hitting him.

"1f j00 f00k d1s up, j00 kn0w wut h3'11 d0 t0 j00!" The Haxx0r continued, "D0n't j00 r3m3mb3r wut h@pp3n3d t0 Sm1th?"

There was always a Smith or Brown or Johnson. The point was, between the l33t sp3ak and the get up, Katya hoped that the guards would either take her into the security office to wait for whomever this Cortex was or take her in for questioning. If it was the latter of the options, she hoped that they didn't mind her harvesting their organs and bone marrow.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer (Janitor version) [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/58/72/245872571834f97032c2e068a0216252.jpg].
Location: Maintenance | MIT.

Wanderer was worried as he was pulled aside. Hoping to luck that his disguise would prove good. Little did he know, that even his non-glowing eyes gave off that, "I killed you a year ago" look. As he pushed against the wall, he began to gather his memory of the past.
"Oh God."
"Oh God!"
"Ooooooh my Gooooooooood! [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tmrWeliK4fk]"

He said in a impressive surprised tone, as Catalina yelled about the past and what he did to her. "Baby I swear, I used a anti-tank weapon against you, I thought you were goo. Also ... ugh, what's your na-" Wanderer began to spew until finally, she punched him right in the gut, leaving him breathless, something he was not used to recently. Once pinned and being beaten in the head, Wanderer was thankful for the Big Brained perk within him, which made sure that his head didn't pop like a balloon.

While being punched, Wanderer still talked.
"*****-"
*Punch*
"You-"
*Smack*
"Were-"
*Hit*
"Dead!"

Wanderer did in fact struggle against his aggressor, but even with his own strength, he could not put a good enough fight while being pinned. Half of his face has been punched off, leaving that side of the face looking like someone rubbed his face off with a super powered sander. The dents began to show into his head, and Wanderer felt like the shadows were taking over his eyesight, as if someone was dragging a blood curtain over is face.

("You don't want the little lady to see this. Allow me ...")

*Nerd Rage! perk activated.*
Theme music, on. [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLBAFJWbd30]

Little did Catalina know, that a certain personality would not take this death easily, and it would take the flowing blood as the power he needs. A faint crimson glow began to grow in Wanderer's eyes. Until the gaze of the murderer were glowing with a unmeasurable rage and lust. "Learn English you fucking *****!" A changed Wanderer screamed, as he suddenly raised up with new found strength, and headbutted the fist that came at him. The force from such a hit threw Catalina off him.

Before able to pin him again, the enraged Wanderer was already up on two feet, spat blood onto the cold ground, and ripped the front of his own clothing [https://33.media.tumblr.com/29b5ed5f9bbc4405a64e83c8cb2a4964/tumblr_mm3rp1G0641qbaj5no1_400.gif]. "I hate a person who just can't die ... especially a failure like you." Dark Wanderer spat, as his facial muscles began to position themselves differently. "Don't worry ... this time, I'm taking all the time I need~"

Spoiler: *Terrifying Presence activated*

Storm [http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/330/8/9/toshiro_hitsugaya_render_1_by_roronoaroel-d5m9t5d.png] & Alpha [http://media.tumblr.com/2e810595bdd3afb970d246379deaf03b/tumblr_inline_mybdqxc9JR1r2xyr2.png]
Location: show floor | MIT.

Storm.

In ignorance of their separation, Storm was looking around the room, it was really strange to someone that was from a future universe. Still, it impressed him that so many people could dress really well ... or really bad as some characters. He even recognized some as cosplaying Spartans. Rolling his eyes at the more badly dressed ones, Storm walked into a bigger group, amazed that so many people came to such an event.

Storm tried to grip Alpha's hand more tightly, but nothing was there. Suddenly conscious thoughts about Alpha's 'leave' flowed through his brain like a opening dam. "Crap, crap, crap, crap!" He yelled as his white hair moved about. Alas, he ended up disappointed, and in a line for the costume competition. If he couldn't find her in the crowd, he was going to make sure she could spot him on the stage.

So, he waited for judgement.
Hopefully the flaming sword will only win awe, and not the security's attention.

Alpha.

Separated from her lover, Alpha also looked wildly around for him. Once more, no dice, the crowd only pushed her, and she swear some people were purposely touching her. Almost gripping her sword in anger, she pushed her way to the side of the convention hall. On the way, more prompts from her new enemy came. Biting her tongue, she now recognized that this was no human thread or hacker. Placing her body on autopilot to move to the side of the room, Alpha started focusing on placing more firewalls, and started to change the password.

As much as she is an AI, she was also a singer in her former world, and a program never had to do this. Still, using her more human-like nature, she battled this AI thread with everything she had. Of course, Alpha would let no one ever have this body, because it was hers, and she could be with not just the RD crew, but also Storm.

[hr]

Spoiler: Meanwhile.

Johnny Gat [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20140318181551/villains/images/a/a8/Johnny_Gat_(Super_Saint)_close_up.jpg] Vs. Khamsin
Location: Desert Compound | USA: Texas | Avatar Adventure.
Time: Night

At the end of this fight, Gat came out the winner. Do not be fooled though, while the enemy has twenty to thirty bullets in him, Johnny had his only problems. Several scraps on his arms and legs, a bullet in his shoulder, and a serious case of-

"My fucking glasses!"

Johnny yelled as he held up his signature glasses. A single crack went through one of the lenses. Angered, Gat turned onto Khamsin, or known to Johnny as, "************!"
Walking in front of the broken down mech, Gat met Khamsin whom was trying to claw out his eyes, and screaming about someone trying to kill him.

"My pleasure."
Johnny simply said, and quickly pulled out his heavy pistol. With one pull, a bullet flew out and hit Khamsin straight between the eyes. Leaving a nice splatter of brain matter on the back of his chair, allowing the rest of the brain to drain out as the corpse slumped forward.

"Punk ***** thinks he can get away with that." Gat said as he quickly tried to contact base to get some forces to secure the base.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Outside of the building

Nadalia/Rugal

Rugal wasn't entirely fond of how Nadalia got past the guard, namely because she nearly blew the lid on this entire operation the last time a guy made a move on her.
Sighing behind his mask, he then took the chance to sneak up behind the student workers while they looked on in shock.
"...Did we just see that?..."
"Man, why do all the babes like asswipes?" they grumbled, right before Rugal walked up behind them and answered "If it helps, she was totally faking it. Least I hope so"
Right as they were about to react, Rugal bashed their heads together, knocking them out cold as he went to move inside.
On this way in however, he came across an half open crate, stopping for a moment to see just what exactly they were moving out of the college.
"...Oh shit..." He groaned as he looked inside and saw some kind of Advanced Weapon [http://img1.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20141115101451/gtawiki/images/9/9e/RailGun-GTAV.png] inside.
As the fact that Cortex was using MIT as a weapons factory was sinking it, he heard big stomping footsteps as one of the Marines entered the room.

Instantly going on guard, he paused for a moment as the marine opened his her visor.
"...Nadalia? Huh...Didn't think you'd actually let that man take his pants off."
"It was better then that accursed "Dress" that the Violet one stuffed me into." Nadalia answered, experimentally flexing her fingers as she got used to the suit's servos.
"...Which begs the question, where is that guard you were about to f-...Oh..." He was about to ask until he saw and smelt a stream of black smoke trail from the nearest maintenance closet.
"...Ehhhh, at least you were discreet about it." he shrugged before pulling out his PDA, looking over the file that Katya had sent him, namely at a screenshot of a vending machine that was "Painted" onto the wall, soon matching it up to it's real-life counterpart: a broken looking vending machine with an out of order sign.
"Hmmm...Katya said that there was something here and if they are moving weapons-...Keep watch for a moment..." He ordered Nadalia as he crouched before the former Crimelord used his Slashing Aura to slowly cut open the machine, taking his time to reduce the noise.

However, this was halted by the sounds of more footsteps, prompting a curse out of Rugal before he retreated to the corner of the room, out of vision of the guard that was coming down the hallway.
"Hey, Jerry, you guys nearly done down here? Doc just called in another fight next the Counter Strik-...*Sniff*...What's that smell" The guard asked, clearly unaware that it wasn't "Jerry" standing in front of him and that smell was his ashes."

MIT Convention: Admissions Office: Kayta

Needless to say, the "Secretary" was more then a little shocked to hear this as he wiped the spit from his face.
"...If your bullshitting us, we'll know. You two, take this one to the Doc, Tell him it's important." He ordered two of his men before they began to escort Katya to the Administrators office, the notion of her being a whistle-blower for an upcoming attack causing them to give her considerably less shit as they moved her away from the main bulk of the convention and into the staff part of the building.
Before long, she was brought into the main source of all the madness on campus and was sat down on a stair right outside the Adminstrator's office, as if she was about to be told off by the principle in her old school
"Wait here until the Doctor is ready to meet you." One of her escorts said as they stood guard, even if that meant lighting up a cigar and texting on his phone.
All the while, she could hear rapid typing and clicking as well as egotistical chuckles as the sound of Protoss death screams could be heard room the other-side of the door.

[color=b4b4]"Ohhhh, there are my Widow Mines! Good thing your Probes found them~!"[/color] *BOOM!* [color=b4b4]"Muahahahhaah! Suck it, 'Toss!"[/color]

MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 4: Wanderer

The sudden surge of power from Wanderer was enough to daze Catalina as the augmented psycho ***** picked herself off the ground while Wanderer's other side took over.
But his efforts to intimidate her didn't really bare much fruit as she got back on her feet, cracked her neck and spat out a metal tooth that his headbutt had knocked out.
"Come on then, Joo BOY!" He shouted before she rushed back in to keep up her attack.

[color=b4b4]

Cross: Wanderer head: 95%
Uppercut: Wanderer torso 95%
Roundhouse kick: Wanderer head: 95%

[/color]

she stuck him in the head once more, followed by another massive uppercut that actually lifted him off the ground slightly and finishing with a roundhouse kick to the head, her augmentations were clearly going to make killing her a lot harder then last time...

MIT Convention: Cosplay Contest: Storm, Alpha

Alpha's attempts to keep the AI out of her head were working for the most part, though it was hard to keep up with whatever CPU the enemy AI was on.
Seeing how this approach wasn't going to work, the AI went for another route in order to take down the singer.
The attempts to crack her password were suddenly halted, giving her time to collect herself for it's next attack.
Storm could see Alpha walking blankly though the crowd from his spot, though before he could really do anything, he found himself shoved in front of the the judges, 3 bored looking staffers who clearly didn't seem all that interested in the contest and were only here because they grew the short straw.
"*Yawwwwwn* alright...what are you supposted to be?..." One of them asked as they prepared to google whatever character Storm was dressed up as

Back with Alpha, she kept walking towards the edge of the crowd, but then noticed a pair of marines making their way towards her, right as the AI sent her another message:

[color=grey]runas /noprofile /env /user Users:Adminstration/AIMBot cmd[/color]

echo: [color=grey]"I've alerted the guards of your activities. Let me in or else I will be forced to reveal your location."[/color]
echo: [color=grey]"Look at the stage display."[/color]

If she was to do that, she would notice that there was a panning camera over the crowd that randomly focused on the better cosplayers, then she noticed that it was starting to move towards her location, right as the marines began to enter the crowd...

 

[NotYetForsaken]

Avatar Adventure
Location: MIT Convention Center
​

Azan

The firebat lifted Azan off the ground by gripping Dragon Tooth and hoisting upward with his entire body. Azan felt his feet leave the ground and heard the steel and stone groan underneath the opposing forces. What tremendous strength. The Bridge Knight closed his eyes and wondered if he had ever had to face someone as stupidly powerful before. Then the answer trickled into his mind in flashes like a bad nightmare. Like an Apostle. He gave a gruff grunt of disapproval. Azan grasped Dragon Tooth in his hands and swung himself upward, launching himself out of the Firebat's grip and into the air before landing on top of the armored man. The crunch of neo-steel beneath the stone slate of Havel's armor bode ill things. Azan leaned down and grabbed the helmet, giving it a good hard twist until it faced backwards. Then he dropped off the struggling Firebat and landed on Dragon's Tooth, which under his weight tore an open gash into the suit of armor before being flung into the ceiling and landing down next to Azan.

Guts never fought the truly strong apostles with brute strength. There was always something underhanded in his approach. Azan was frowning severely as he picked up Dragon Tooth and struck a pose with it. "Repent nonbeliever!"

Spoiler: Paradigm Story

Paradigm Story - He Who Would be God
Chapter:3 Superposition of Strings - Observing Eyes
Location: In Transit | Sweden​

The Storyteller

The stranger made a face like she was suddenly annoyed. Maybe it was the clatter of wheels down the hall. Maybe it was the dying sunlight that lit up the dust motes drifting down like a perpetual snow. Whatever the case she had a distant look in her eyes reminiscent of a certain boy I once knew in primary school.

"Go on," the waitress said. I still didn't know her name. "Finish up, this is definitely something I've never heard before."

The stranger glared at her as if to remind her of her place. The look was brief and the stranger spoke again, but seemed a little off.

"Blackharte looked at me then as if I were insane. It was the first time I saw any emotion other than cool indifference on his face. Then he smiled in the way he was wont to do, a smile hidden by blackness. One that you knew was there, but couldn't see nor describe. 'I am always with you, BEWP.' He said, he was amused I could gather that much. He sat up, now he was being coy. 'One of my agents has been following you for a while. Should you ever need to speak to me again, just look for the Azure. I will be listening.'

With that enigmatic response the world melted back into nothing, and I awoke inside my body, leaning against Mother Deborah. The air was dry and itched my nose, my throat was parched and my muscles and bones ached from idleness. Yet, through all those very human trifles, I felt myself as whole once again, with my thoughts as my thoughts and my persona as my persona. Yet the girl known as Ruby Babbage Lovelace was not gone, rather I was Observing from within her body, my body, the events that were transpiring. I couldn't fully control her actions, but I could consciously effect her subconscious decisions.

I other worlds, Ruby and I as Bewp had become disassociated personalities. And as so, I was Observing her while she subconsciously acknowledged me, Observing me. I think therefore she was. She thinks and therefore I am."

The taste of salt and iron filled my mouth. I hadn't noticed it earlier, but I had broken the thin skin on my lip during the stranger's story. I was thinking, I was thinking so hard and yet I did not understand the significance of the things she was telling me. Why was she telling me this story? Why was the old man so adamant about this story? What did I have to learn from it all? It was a disconnected array of plot points and philosophy that did not make any coherent sense. Yet I felt that it was somehow important.

The waitress tugged hard at my arm. "Your bleeding, is she making you uncomfortable?"

I shook my head. There was something making me uncomfortable, but it wasn't the stranger. No. It was something foreign, so absolutely foreign that its presence was invisible and infinitely destructive. I knew the feeling, I have known it ever since I was small. At first it had sounded like a drop of water landing in an ocean, splashing down so loud that it made my heart stop beating. But now, now it was an eerie silence that cut through the white noise of life.

It was a force that simply did not belong. It had to exist simultaneously in the past present and future, but not in stages, it existed equally for all this time it was the same being, unchanged but perceived in different ways.

My mother told me something like that once. Where was an author, chronologically speaking, in relation to a story that he wrote?

I closed my eyes and fell asleep on the thought. It would haunt my dreams for many years to come.

 

[Orinon]

most people, Icarus
Location: MIT Dropzone.

Icarus was walking among the stages looking at the stalls he then noticed a Pokemon booth and smiled he managed to get over and looked at the booth he found a few plushies smiling as he picked out a few choice items

Spoiler: Gyarados

Spoiler: Weavile

Spoiler: a shiny Treeko

Spoiler: a few special pillows

Once the booth organizer tallied it up an impressive number appeared on the register Icarus hand them a black credit card they raised an eyebrow,
"I'm gonna need to quick credit check, shouldn't take too long." he smiled, but then he turned a rather pretty young woman was wearing a somewhat Pikachu themed costume, but it was more designed to show the models body more, but that wasn't what was bugging him some guy whom was a bit over wait greasy hair big dorky glasses lecturing the girl whom was simply hired to advertise the booths.
"Look all I'm saying is why make it look like you care about games when you don;t whats wrong with asking for genuine interest if your at a con. you know what I'm saying" that's when Icarus chose to intervene by pulling the jerk to face him and slugging him one.
"So you like harassing people whom are paid to be nice to you huh? You must feel really tough, such a big man. your mother must be soo proud."
The rude man not wanting to get punched again ran for it the young woman smiled at him and waved
"Uh do me a favor and don;t tell anyone I did that I don;t wanna get kicked out."
She nodded he returned and smiled when as expected his card was perfectly fine handing him his items in an extra large bag
"Have a good day now miss" they said Icarus smirked . he proceeded to walk around the place he had ended up getting separated form the group as a whole he closed his eyes and tried to tune into Rugal, the big man had enough ki energy it was like a bloodhound finding a barbecue, but he wasn't anywhere inside the building he decided to act like everything was normal, and kept an eye out for anyone in the group.

 

[Kalastryn]

MIT Convention: Main Hall Kala, David:

Surely there were reasons that this "E-sports" event was so popular. Kala was not aware of said reasons. Hell, the titles of the games themselves... "league of legends" "Defense of the Ancients..."

"Well David, let me start by saying that I don't know what E-sports are, so I'd probably avoid them. You know it makes me think, a lot of the Dawn's Crew who were authored here were from a setting in one of these "video games" hm? I wonder actually, whether or not the characters in said games have the same perspective as myself before coming here? That being said, onto a more interesting question... How ridiculous would they find the titles of their "games?" I mean piecing together that I came from something called "Dungeons and Dragons..." I'd find it a rather stupid name for what was a universe to me."

"back on topic however, I loathe to say I'll likely be heading to the contest... if for no other reason than doubts that I would fit in anywhere else. Do stop me if I have to much fun" She replied to David. Even her projected thoughts were dripping with tones of sarcasm and scrutiny.

MIT Convention: Student Labs ARES:

The extent of the research this "Dr. Cortex" has not only been able to work on personally, but even reliably teach his students to treat like basic sciences... did they not question making weapon systems? Sent to Nasa by the sound of the student's conversation. and... Missiles?! They were working on something that required functionality for firing missiles?!?!

She muttered under her breath while beholding the now snoozing students. "Must so many people question nothing? That kind of ignorance is the bane of genius."

Then she received Alpha's message. They were being watched. With the "project" in question now occupying data space in their head, the next action was rather obvious. "Sorry, not everyone works as hard as their peers..." She said as she deleted the entire file of the students' work from both the computer they worked on and the flash drive they were storing it on. That should slow the clock... Hopefully...

As she then left the computer lab, she tried contacting other members of the RD, she sent a message through the same method Alpha had contacted herself.

"I regret to inform you all that this Dr. "Lang" or "Cortex" has made a few changes to the curriculum here. Least I hope they weren't always sending weapons research to NASA. He's been using the students to hasten the process, converting their education into projects developing weapon systems. It does NOT look good. There are drivers for SAM missiles and a whole host of weapons that would make some of my old superiors balk! Even worse, that's only the project for the second semester this year, and I can't find the first! Either they are on the path to making themselves numerous new brands of fighter jet, or they're on their way to building a gun to give the Nuke a run for it's money!!! I'll keep snooping around back here, but make a move soon!"

- ARES 35

She then proceeded to attempt being inconspicuous (at least so much as a video game character on a college campus would be able) while making themselves scarce and heading for the nearest stairwell.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Service Enterance

Nadalia/Rugal/Icarus

Rugal watched as Nadalia quickly took care of the guard, breathing a sigh of relief as the body hit the floor, allowing him to smell the burnt flesh.
"Thank god he didn't scream..." He said as he quickly went over to the body and dragged it out of sight right as Icarus showed up right behind him, holding an assortment of swag.
"Ahhhh, just the man I needed. Quick, get inside this armor [http://static.comicvine.com/uploads/original/11113/111130441/4128536-7623392691-Terra.jpg], I'd do it, but I'm too large to fit in one of these things." He explained as he began to look for the release hatch, opening it up to reveal a man with a burnt face whom he then picked up and removed from the suit.

With that taken care off, he went back to the vending machine, quickly finishing off his cutting job before prying it open to reveal a hidden cargo lift that led down into the earth.
"I knew it. They couldn't get away with building weapons here if it was public..." He said before he slowly began to make his way down as the smell of smelted metal and sounds of industry made their up towards them.
Once they were at the bottom of the lift, the air became nearly toxic with fumes as they found themselves going into an Automated Assembly Line [http://fc06.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/060/f/2/sinemora_factory_assembly_by_tonyholmsten-d4rd6i7.jpg] making weapons, armors and other equipment with frightening efficiently.
It was rather hard to breathe down here, underground passages didn't have the best airflow at the best of times, never-mind if there as an assembly line down here, though it does explain how no once smelled the scent of weapons above ground.
While he was pretty hardy, Rugal still was affected by the harsh environment.
"Alright...guess we found where he's making the weapons...They couldn't access his place just from the service entrance. There has to be more ways in from other parts of the building. If we look around, we might be able to find a few...either that or get the black lung..." He coughed as the machines worked on.
There were other passages though the smog that could bring them around the building and past the guards, the issue would be finding them though the fumes and smoke of the industry.

MIT Convention: Administrators Office: Kayta

Another match later, Kayta was finally pushed in the door to Cortex's office [http://th06.deviantart.net/fs70/PRE/f/2013/030/3/3/deus_ex__human_revolution___the_office_by_jamiebayliss-d5taci5.jpg] by the guards, the smell of controlled substances filling the air as she went in.
She could make out a Stupidly expensive gaming battlestation [http://www.gameranx.com/images/gallery_assets/10-best-battle-stations/1311525947battlestation_05.jpg] being manned by a man that looked a lot like that midget that the Japanese guy (Kazuya) kept talking about. (Albeit dressed like Jim Raynor [http://fr.cosplayhouse.com/images/D/Starcraft-Jim-Raynor-Cosplay-Costume-Version-01-2.jpg])
He seemed to be a big RTS fan, judging from the massive amount of clicking and key presses as he constantly kept switching from game to game on his monitors.
All the while, in his mouth was a large bunt of a substance that she was reasonably sure was outlawed in this state, puffing on it as he burned Zerg on one monitor and nuked Protoss on another.
[color=b4b4]"Yeah, yeah, just a minute..."[/color] The man said as he quickly finished up his matches, being sure to drop "GG"s as he did, once he was done, he stood up from his chair (though he was arguably smaller standing up then sitting down) before walking over to Katya, taking a nice deep puff before exhaling.
[color=b4b4]"...Urg, if you are one of those "Child Geniuses" looking for college spot, take it from someone who did the same when he was your age: Wait until grow up. Trust me, you do NOT want to rush into it. All that happens is you miss out on the good things in life and then get really bitter and possibly homicidal in later life."[/color] He said as he glanced at the little girl, Katya's cosplay disguise seeming to have fooled him for now.
"Dr. Lang, she claims to have information on a possible attack by Harvard-"
[color=b4b4]"Ohhhh, THAT! Right, okay then. Sheesh they let anyone into Harvard these days...Alright, tell me how they are going to lose to me this time..."[/color] He groaned as he took another drag, clearly caring rather little for Harvard's constant annoyances.
[color=b4b4]"Ahhhh...Wanna hit?...It's called "Mind Rape", but it's actually pretty mellow, So I mixed in a little "Gorilla Panic", "They're coming! They're coming!" and something called "This Is Permanent"..."[/color] "Dr. Lang" then asked the little 8 year old girl as he offered her a puff of his joint, the amount of fucks he didn't give right now was mind blowing.


MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 3: Azan

As advanced as his armor was, that only did so much when your neck and spine were rotated 180 degrees.
And with Dragon Tooth flinging the contents of the Firebat's torso up to the ceiling, it was safe to say that he wouldn't be an issue any longer.
But as Azan posed and shouted, it was kinda attention grabbing, as was his fight in general and before long, another "Knight" of sorts entered the hall from the main stage.
"Frankie, what the hell you doing back there? Had to crack up the speakers to cover up the noi-...WHAT THE HELL!? Reaper 01 to Command, bogey by Stage 3 Maintenance! I need backup!" a guard dressed up as what they would have called a "Reaper" [http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/066/f/6/Quick_Reaper_Painting_by_Kanaru92.jpg] shouted when he saw Azan standing over his dead friend's body.
Two jets fired on his back before he rushed towards the knight, while he was a lot less heavily armored, he was fast and and the twin pistol's he carried, while puny, would do some damage sooner or later as he opened fire, zooming around the air and hopping all over the place.

MIT Convention: Main Hall: Kala, David

David couldn't help but shake his head and chuckle at Kala's stance on professional gaming.
"Well, don't me stop ya. I'm just going to see where the other guys ran off to. Keep in touch al-...eh?" He said right before he got ARES's message on his phone.
"...Oh...Turns out he's teaching kids how to make killer robots now...Lovely..." He then sighed, he honestly could not remember when was the last time hearing something like that was a good thing for someone in his line of work.
"Alright, shit, hopefully that "Project" isn't here. As much as it might suck for other people, I'd rather just handle the goons we have here right n-" He said right as the faint sound of gunshots could be heard over the crowd near one of the maintenance halls by the stages.
It was then that it struck him: "...Shit! Azan!" before he drew his weapon and went to back him up, if he was going to start a fight with the guards, might as well make sure he'd win it.

MIT Convention: Student Labs: ARES 35

After ARES cost two students their passing grade and undid several months of work, the robot began to attain the ire of the person Alpha was talking about before.

[color=grey]runas /noprofile /env /user Users:Adminstration/AIMBot cmd[/color]

ARES 35:/[color=grey]type Adminstration/AIMBot/Warnings/Warning_DataDamage.txt
Damaging/Deleting MIT data is strictly prohibited. Campus security have been dispatched to your location.[/color]

ARES 35:/[color=grey]copy Adminstration/AIMBot/Countermeasures/CRASHBOMB.exe ARES 35/Central CPU/ /c[/color]
ARES 35:/[color=grey]cd ARES 35/Central CPU/[/color]
ARES 35/Central CPU:/[color=grey]ARES 35/Central CPU/CRASHBOMB.exe[/color]
ARES 35/Central CPU/[color=grey]cd..[/color]
ARES 35:/[color=grey]exit[/color]

The second that he ran CRASHBOMB.exe, ARES weapon subsystems and movement servos all locked up, rendering her like a statue unable to move or shoot before she could make her way out.
Her vision was still intact and as a result, she could make out the pair of Marines that had been sent to her location.
"Whoa...Dude, it's freaking Zelda!" One cried out, prompting his partner to smack him over the head.
"No you idiot, it's Metroid! Zelda has the green tunic, remember?...Hey, Metroid, you been snooping around the computer lab?..." He then asked the immobile attack robot, though he soon got his answer as he glanced over and saw two student knocked the fuck out on the floor.
Instantly pulling their weapons and aiming at her, they then shouted "GET YOUR ASS ON THE GROUND NOW!", accidentally knocking her over on her side, still stuck in her walking pose.
"....Y-yeah!...L-like that!" one of them confusingly said as he kept his weapons trained on her while his partner tried to pick him back up, resigning himself to just dragging her along the floor by her legs instead.
"Fucking hell! what is this costume made of!? It's so freaking heavy!" He whined as ARES was slowly dragged off, the lovely sound of metal scraping along the floor filling the air as the other Marine readied himself to fire if she so much as twitched.

 

[Kalastryn]

Holding area: ARES
ARES immediately knew something was wrong when the first prompt made by "AIMBot" was entered. The prompts and messages came so inhumanly fast however, that they had no time to react.

The guards that dragged her away without the ability to move or speak was another indicator that something was indeed, very wrong!

That son of a *****... time to make my head-space a bit more secure. she thought, as a lengthy file repair put them in a horrible position, dragged to and locked inside of a holding cell. Sort of like what you'd expect for a drunk driver being held at a police station over night for them to "sober up." Nearly repaired to their previous capacity however, it was time to start turning their system into a virtual stronghold.

>Template Password: Nostromo001432500
>Add new random character at interval: 0.02 seconds.
>Scramble all existing characters at interval: 0.0000001 seconds.
>Reset password availability?: Automatically reset to Template Password at interval: 230 days.
>Manual Reset: None Applicable.
> Initiate.

Their automatic password scrambler in effect, they began finishing their file repair. "CRASHBOMB.exe" did a lot of damage, insofar as having taken longer for the "marines" to drag them to their cell. Finally however, they were able to move, and began weakly kicking the door in an attempt to bait and see the reactions of anyone on the other side of the door. Namely, how many would react...

MIT Convention: Main Hall: Kala, David

Needless to say, Kala's ears were NOT deaf to the gunshots, nor David heading in the same direction. She was right behind him on his way to back the knight up. In a hurry to keep up with him though... have you ever gone to an amusement park, and the people that are on vacation there rush around to see everything they possibly can? And they just cut between you and your friends? That was not a problem, as she was being one of those people while she also ran through the doors that Azan had taken the liberty of bashing open. "Well David, I can't imagine a scenario where we don't have the drop on whoever it is with me around. After all if was your first time dealing with someone who just seems to conjure explosives and turn invisible with magic... you'd be in their shoes. She boasted as the pair of them headed to the sound of gunfire.

 

[000Ronald]

Spoiler: Meanwhile...On The Rising Dawn...

An unrecognizable Doctor Insano lounged in the landing bay, proud of the disguise he had made. He was wearing a black feather coat, mossy green satin slacks held up with a large belt, what appeared to be bowling shoes, and a thin plastic Obama mask that effectively obscured the entirety of his face-including his goggles. He was very proud of his costume, and was looking forward to working with The Rising Dawn crew. Having missed the initial chopper deployment, however, he needed to wait a bit.

After several minutes, Kazuya meandered into the landing bay, still in full tactical combat gear. Seeing Insano's...outfit, "[color=9f2b86]You.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]VTOL's left half an hour ago. Why are you still here?[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]Well, I guess I missed the deadline, then.[/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]What are the odds of me being able to catch a ride on the next one going out?[/color]"

Kazuya didn't recognize the voice under the mask; however, he was also aware that The Rising Dawn may have picked up one or more new crew members during the last battle. "[color=9f2b86]I don't recognize you. What's your name?[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]I'm Pootie Tang! [http://www.nashvillescene.com/binary/177b/pootie-tang_hero.jpg][/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]Sa da tay![/color]"

Kazuya glared at Insano with as much contempt as his body could muster. "[color=9f2b86]No.[/color]"

Insano scoffed. "[color=00ad83]You rubes and your cultural sensitivity. I know Pootie Tang is a contender for 'worst film ever made' in this world, but in my world, it was the greatest blacksploitation film of all time! It out-grossed The Matrix! It set the standard not just for satire, but for all comedies for the twenty-first century! It even stopped Adam Sandler's career in it's tracks! Last time I saw him, he was living in a cardboard box with Seltzer and Friedberg, begging people to spit in his mouth so he wouldn't die of dehydration![/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]I meant you, not your costume. Moron.[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]Ah-ha![/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]So you admit my disguise is so-[/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]Just tell me your actual name...[/color]" Kazuya groaned, already tired of looking at this man.

Insano sighed, and took off his mask. "[color=00ad83]Doctor Insano. A couple of Rugal's men brought me here yesterday? I asked if I could come along, and no one said I couldn't, so...[/color]"

Insano...Kazuya remembered that name. There was a TAF (Threat Assessment File) that had caught his notice awhile back; vanilla file said that he was an egomaniac (possibly from the future) who pestered internet reviewers; all in all, less of a threat than Doctor Dork Doomman, and that one was already locked in the brig...but there was a file from an FBI contact that claimed that not only was Insano a high-tier threat worldwide, but that he had access to tech decades ahead of anything the FBI had. The contact even said that Insano had higher tech than the guy he was supposed to be keeping tabs on, and that guy made it a point to collect magitech.

"[color=9f2b86]Oh well that makes things easier then.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]You're not going down.[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]Because of my costume?[/color]" Insano asked. "[color=00ad83]Really? It's a perfect disguise; you didn't even-[/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]Your costume has nothing to do with it.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]I just don't trust you down there.[/color]"

Insano's smile faded, and he shook his head. "[color=00ad83]I'm...I'm sorry, but-[/color]" Insano began walking closer to Kazuya. "[color=00ad83]I could have sworn I heard you say something incredibly stupid. Would you mind repeating that to me?[/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]This is my mission.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]And I'm not going to have it jeopardized by an egomaniac so mentally unstable that he's compelled to announce it to everyone he meets.[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]That's ridiculous![/color]" Insano said. "[color=00ad83]Cortex is a scientist; there's tech down there that-[/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]Tech that I don't want you in a ten mile radius of.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]God only knows what you'll do with it.[/color]"

Insano pulled a flask out of his feather coat, and took a swig of it. "[color=00ad83]You wouldn't be saying this to Bernstein. Probably because he'd rip your other good eye ou-[/color]"

Before Insaneo could finish, he found himself being grabbed by the shirt and violently slammed back first against the wall, his feet now a foot off the ground, while Kazuya wasn't the tallest man ever, he still had more then enough strength to lift Insaneo..
Just to make sure he was getting his point across, Kazuya then struck the wall with his fist, less then an inch away from Insaneo's face, close enough for him to see the massive dent his fist left in the re-enforced steel and imagine how bad it would have been if it was his face he hit.

"[color=9f2b86]...Say that again.[/color]"

"[color=00ad83]....s-say wha-[/color]"

"[color=9f2b86]Say. That. Again. I dare you. Go on. You think I'm afraid of him? Of you? No...I think not. And you. Are not. Going.[/color]"

Kazuya then dropped the scientist, letting him fall flat on his ass before walking away.

Insano slowly picked himself up, still shaking. "[color=00ad83]You won't get away with that. As soon as the others get back-[/color]"

"Others?"

Boss had walked into the landing bay wearing a red shirt and a white fisherman's hat; the rest of his attire was unchanged. "[color=9f2b86]You're supposed to be in costume.[/color]" Kazuya said to Boss.

"I'm Gilligan. [http://images5.fanpop.com/image/photos/28500000/Gilligan-the-Goddess-gilligans-island-28562755-726-549.jpg]" Boss said. "You never said it had to be a good costume. What's going on?"

"[color=9f2b86]You missed take off is what's happening.[/color]" Kazuya said. "[color=9f2b86]Although I suppose that doesn't inconvenience you in any way.[/color]"

"Ahh-nope." Boss said. "And I was just about to be on my way when I heard you doing something incredibly stupid." Boss smiled. "Does Rugal know what you did to the last 'mad scientist' you threw in the brig? Because I do. And I'm pretty sure that no one else is going to be happy with you 'pulling rank'." Boss walked over to Insano. "I can take you down to the landing site, if you want."

"[color=9f2b86]You're not taking him anywhere.[/color]" Kazuya said.

Boss laughed. "Have I told you yet that I really don't like you? Because I don't. I really, really don't."

And just like that, Boss and Insano were gone. Kazuya stood alone in the landing bay for a moment, fist clenched as he sighed, After all that man did, they still were so willing to protect him and hold him in high esteem.

"[color=9f2b86]...[/color]"

"...Ummm...I still like you?" Violet then chimed in, though a glare from Kazuya was enough to silence him and get him back to work.

 

[bluerocker]

Spoiler: HAI, please read me

Fair Warning: Diabs was the one who clued me in on stuff that's been going on (and gave approval on some of the details that are going to be thrown in). If I get details about where characters are/what they said/etc wrong, lemme know and I'll edit. Otherwise, sorry in advance! Also, sorry if characters randomly just sorta pop into scenes. Gotta worm my way in somehow! *cries in a corner dramatically*
[small]Not being in an RP for a while is a hellofva drug...[/small]

MIT Dropzone: Service Entrance

Holding Area: ARES 35, Ton Ton, Cadolbolg

Ton Ton and Cadolbolg wiggled out of their parents arms (Caim was a bit distracted by the digital sports and was shouting about how the "fighters" weren't using their weapons correctly via PDA) and began to wander about the convention in their own little way, falling over stiffly if they thought they saw a normal person approach.

After some time wandering, the Cutie Bruisers found themselves approaching a hallway, the two quietly talking amongst themselves as they explored,
"So you think we'll find anything here?"
[color=15650D]"I dunno. I'm happy you trust my judgement, Cadolbolg, but I really don't know. I know about as much as you do."[/color]

Before the two could say much else, a metal door flew very close to their noses, causing the duo to take a looksie to their lefts, and seeing ARES inside.

"...Well, we found her, does that count?"

MIT Convention: Cosplay Contest: Storm, Alpha, Teri, Garm, Dimitri

Going with her gut, Teri followed Alpha and Storm into the area dedicated to the cosplay contest, releasing Dimitri into the network of MIT upon doing so. As she checked her Tablet for updates from Dimitri, her AI came into view on the display, looking frantic as he brought up a view from a camera feed, [color=3897E0]

"Your Ladyship, we have a big problem. It looks as if we have hostiles coming our way. Furthermore, I've detected... Something eerie here. Aside from AI: Alpha's signature on this network, there's something else lurking here as well. I request that you remain ready to assist me should things become dire."

[/color]

Garm looked at the screen with curiosity, and asked quietly, [color=356D60]"So there are bad guys coming our way? What are we gonna do about the crowd?"[/color]

Teri paused for a moment before pulling a flask of holy water out of her bag, [color=0E59E4]"...I have an idea. Dimitri, keep your eyes peeled on those guys in armor. Garm, get ready to get wet."[/color]

Teri grabbed several pieces of her Clerical equipment from her bag as well (Essentially everything but her robes and her cloak), readied Sadei (quarterstaff form) and shoved them on before pulling down the mask [http://www.meagan-marie.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/2.jpg] that came with her San costume. Moving her hands and chanting the appropriate words (which was slightly overpowered by the crowd anyways), the bottle of holy water emptied and -

drip... drip... drip...

Water began to drift from the ceiling, slow at first, before becoming an outpour of water, dousing all around the Cleric and her wolf (at least, in a 20 foot radius). Which wouldn't be a usual issue for most people, except for:

A) This was indoors,
B) Cosplay relied heavily on makeup
C) There wasn't any fires to speak of.

All was quiet for a moment, before one cosplayer cried out: "MY HAIR!" and the cosplayers began to run amok, screaming expletives and other sorts of cries about their cosplay,
"MY MAKEUP!"
"MY HENTAI!"
"My sandwich...."

and the crowd began to disperse, leaving Teri and the guards staring each other down.

Teri cast Holy Storm! [http://kmalloy.cloudapp.net/dndtools.eu/spells/spell-compendium--86/holy-storm--4710/index.html] This spell makes things difficult for people to see or shoot through! It is a 20 foot radius around where Teri Cast (aka, it's a 40 foot diamater section on all sides) and will last for 8 rounds/48 seconds.
[b]42 seconds till next 3rd level spell.[/b]

[[What Alpha and Storm do on account of all of this, I'll leave up to you. If Alpha wants to run out, the crowd will be a good means to do so. ]].


MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 4: Wanderer, Caim

Caim had been enjoying the digital sporting area, "shouting" (at least, as best as his enhanced PDA could "shout") criticisms and his own thoughts about how the "champions" on screen were doing a terrible job at... Well, he's the master of tactics and I, the narrator, am not. Either way, his reverie in the sporting event was lost when Angelus informed him that the Cutie Bruisers had managed to sneak away without either of their notice. This was problematic on several accounts. First, they were all supposed to be in disguise. Second, who knows what could happen to the kids! In an attempt to find the children, Caim began wandering around the convention in desperation; looking rather sullen for a man who was known to kill hundreds.

This landed him somehow running into Wanderer and his... "assailant". Caim blinked in confusion at the scene unfolding in front of him, but took the opportunity to change weapons, Hymir's Finger [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2050/38-thunderdome49.jpg] to Windsinger [http://lparchive.org/Drakengard/Update%2058/36-truth42.jpg] in a blink of an eye. As he charged into the fray, the PDA asked worriedly to Wanderer,

"Have you seen my kids? One of them looks like a dragon, and the other one is a Green lizard?"

MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 3:Azan, David, Kalastryn, Angelus

Angelus, like her pact partner, was pacing about the convention area as inconspicuously as a woman with a katana could manage, her mind attempting to reach out to the children and/or Caim and to her frustration - heard no response.
"Really, what is this world coming to? ....hello...."

The dragon in human flesh drew pause when she saw several heavily armed marines rush past her, and to the sounds of - oh great, the knight was on the loose, and it looked like he was dragging David and Kalastryn along for the ride. Welp, so much for subtly!
Angelus gripped the katana with renewed energy upon reaching her newer query (read: Her allies) and ran a hand over the blade she was holding, causing her flames to surround the blade, as she had assisted Caim in a similar manner before. As she readied the blade and charged in, her voice carried as she asked, "You lot wouldn't have happened to see my little ones, have you?"

((Sorry in advance for the quality. It's been a while. ;_)

 

[000Ronald]

MIT Dropzone: Service Enterance
Nadalia/Rugal/Icarus/Boss/Insano

"[color=00ad83]There's something wrong with these guns.[/color]" Insano said, holding one of the railguns in both hands. "[color=00ad83]Other than the fact that technology required to make it shouldn't exist yet, I mean.[/color]"

"Rugal should be somewhere around here..." Boss said, looking around. Thankfully for the both of them, Teri's distraction had assured that everyone was too preoccupied to notice two people popping out of thin air, and Boss had nudged Insano in the direction he thought Rugal was in. "I can feel his ticker right...under..."

"[color=00ad83]Do you smell that?[/color]" Insano asked. "[color=00ad83]Smells like...smoke?.[/color]"

Boss looked around, and saw a thin trail of black smoke coming from a room down the hall. "Yeah. It's coming from over here..."

Boss and Insano both walked into the room where the dead soldier's body and wrecked vending machine were. "Well. I guess we're going down."

"[color=00ad83]You go on ahead. I'm going to take a closer look at this thing here. Something about it is really bugging me, and I'm going to find out what it is.[/color]"

Boss nodded and descended down the lift slowly, keeping the choking black smoke away from him. At the bottom of the shaft, he saw Rugal, flanked on either side by a blue-armored guard; Boss presumed they were other Rising Dawn members that he didn't have tickers over. "Well this doesn't look good." Boss said, walking up behind them. "Should we start smashing?"

 

[Orinon]

MIT Dropzone: Service Enterance

Nadalia/Rugal/Icarus
Icarus followed Rugal and was surprised to find the weapon production line, looking around
"well this is not what I had expected." he said his voice through a radio was more of his own voice.
"Hmm I wonder if this is powered by crystals, hey you think if we let an orange wombat loose it'll ruin everything" he asked Rugal but the serious expression on the big man's face made him silent.
They soon rejoined Boss and the strange Doctor Insano.
He waved to boss
"Hmm I don't know if we should start breaking things, hmm I wonder if we could mess with the system like those hacks that disable maintenance alarms that'd just let it be like a bomb that'll goo off when we're not nearby and anonymous. I mean, stealth is the best way to go right?" he looked around, to be fair this way of though did not fit the giant space marine armor with a golden visor.
He looked around and took out his black hand-held device thinking.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/58/72/245872571834f97032c2e068a0216252.jpg] (Currently in a Janitor outfit) Vs Catalina. With Caim.
Location: Maintenance | MIT.

*Theme song* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLBAFJWbd30]

Taking the hit in the head and the uppercut, Wanderer could feel that his jaw almost broke. "Damn Cyborgs." Wanderer muttered under his breath, before immediately putting up his guard. Catalina's roundhouse was a short second of smacking the head of her enemy, but a arm blocked her way. Dark Wanderer could feel the pain from the pressure and stress the leg was dealing to his arm. "Boy?! I'm not even human!"

Wanderer mocked as he suddenly ducked, and made a sweeping kick with his legs, hoping to knock Catalina down. As if that was not bad enough, Wanderer rolled further back in the maintenance hallway, leaving a special little object. It was a pulse grenade [http://vignette2.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/0/00/PulseGrenade.png/revision/latest?cb=20120811215744]. Whatever reaction Catalina had, Wanderer came immediately coming at her, with a glowing metallic fist [http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/fallout/images/d/d4/Saturnite_fist_super-heated.png/revision/latest?cb=20111004124442]. His damaged face barely managing his smirk.

Putting on a power stance, Dark Wanderer clenched his fists. "I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you. I will kill you." Wanderer kept saying over, and over again.

Then Caim came along. To his surprise, this Wanderer didn't need or want. "This isn't the kind of place they would come. Now scram, because I'm going to turn this place into Hell!" He responded with a dark aura. This was certainly not the right person or time to ask that question.

Storm [http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/330/8/9/toshiro_hitsugaya_render_1_by_roronoaroel-d5m9t5d.png], Alpha [http://media.tumblr.com/2e810595bdd3afb970d246379deaf03b/tumblr_inline_mybdqxc9JR1r2xyr2.png], Teri, Garm, and Dimitri.
Location: show floor | MIT.

Storm.

"Toshiro Hitsugaya" Storm announced to the judges, and as it would seem that they are bored, he was about to pull out his katana, which would automatically be covered in sort of plasma fire. Yet, he eyes caught Alpha, and the guards. Wanting to jump from the stage, he would hope something would happen. Thanking his God for the next event, water started spraying from above, and everyone tumbled out of the area.

Seeing Teri and her wolf, Storm smiled as he was left on stage. With one leap, he was almost in the middle of the stare down, facing the metal giants. Pulling out his katana, it was immediately consumed by a weird blue flame that licked at any water that dared to venture towards it. "I'm willing to bet that your armour sucks!" He smiled and went into his fighting pose, gripping his katana with two hands.

"Come on, make my day." he smirked.

Alpha.

Starting to worry what was about to happen, Alpha saw two sides flanking her. Guards, and a camera. Not only that, but also the enemy AI that she was barely keeping at bay. Placing her hand on the rapier she carried, Alpha wanted to be saved, but she knew, that sometimes she can't always rely on that person, or the people around her. About to pull the metal out, water rained from the ceiling, and before she knew, the area was empty.

Not only that, but the guards, and the suspect were right in the center, staring off. Alpha immediatly knew it was Teri, and not only that, but she felt that it was "Dimi" who had set off the alarm. Hopping her way to the cleric, Alpha pulled out her rapier and stood by her. "

[color=nvayblue]Thank you Teri and Dimitri. S and myself were forced split up, and a new enemy AI is in this system[/color]

." She said with a more thankful smile.

The battle was about to begin.

 

[Diablo1099_v1legacy]

MIT Dropzone: Service Entrance
Nadalia/Rugal/Icarus/Boss/Insano

Rugal pushed onward after the others, pulling out a handkerchief out of his jacket to cover his mouth with as they moved into the production line.
"Well, either way, can't just let this place keep chugging alon-*Cough*..-long. Besides, depending on his workload, Might pick up some of the good doctor's work to use against him..." He said to Nadalia as he marched onwards and remembered why he had hired Cortex back the day, soot and steel tickling at his lungs as he did.
"Hey, you think if we let an orange wombat loose it'll ruin everything?" Icarus then suddenly asked, prompting an amused grunt from Rugal.
"As amazing as a world would be where marsupials could single-handedly solve the worlds ills, I doubt it's this one..." He then answered, right as Boss showed up, prompting both him and Icarus to suggest quote "Smashing" the weapons production.
"Hacking might be a good idea, but I'm not about to blow up a weapons factory when there then several thousand civilians standing right above it, including my daughter...No, we'll either need to find the off button or knock out the power...and maybe find the damn fan..." He "Hacked" into his makeshift mouth gag as he walked along the main weapon's line.
It was then that the room suddenly shook violently, as if it was moving, no, something was moving it in.
"What the hell?!" Rugal grunted, clinging to side of a machine as the shaking died down a little, right as a pair of glowing red eyes lit up from the shadows, the deafening sound of moving steel overwriting the racket of the production line.
It didn't take long for him to realize what it was: "...Midget bastard rebuilt it..." He cursed as a massive torso began to drag it's way towards them, large metal hands digging into the ground as it scraped itself closer to the group.

Spoiler: Semester 2 Senior Robotics Project: Manned Automaton for Neutralizing Godly Objectives Ver 2.01 (Work in Progress)

[HEADING=3]

[b][color=orange][M.A.N.G.O][/color][/b]

[/HEADING]

Bathed in the slight of the smelting steel, the incomplete mech crawled towards them, everything below his waist being non-existent and most of his armor plating was still to be fitted.
That being said, it would be pretty hard to avoid a large battle mech in an area like this, something

[b][color=orange][M.A.N.G.O][/color][/b]

was quick to make use of as he reached over to one of the molten steel vats, using one of it's hands to tear it from the ground before flinging both it and it's contents at the intruders.

MIT Convention: Cosplay Contest: Storm, Alpha, Teri, Garm, Dimitri, AIMBot

The crowd quickly ran out of the room as the rain ruined several thousand dollars worth of cosplay equipment and makeup, as well as countless smart phones and snacks.
The Marines had the worst of it as they attempted to get their visors up when the rain hit, though the sheer volume of it resulted in some of it leaking into the insides of their suits, something that was a bit of a problem for the evil mercs.
"OH FUC-SHI-MOTH-AHHHH THIS FUCKING STINGS!" one of them screamed into his hands as the water stung their faces, which didn't really help when the rain was THAT heavy.
His teammate meanwhile was able to tough it out a lot better as he looked at Storm in front of him, holding that sword in a combat pose.
"Grrrr, EAT LEAD PUNK!" He shouted as he raised his weapon and opened fire, though-...He had a REALLY hard time shooting the cosplayer in front of him, Storm didn't even have to move!
Realizing it was useless to aim, he then threw the gun at Storm before trying to tackle him to the ground, using the extra weight that comes with being in a mech suit.

As the rain soaked the stage, AIMBot watched as possible his last chance to escape began to slip from his grasp, one figure instantly coming to mind.

[color=grey]"...Dimtiri...I...Will not...be Denied...This time."[/color]

growled a metallic voice though the intercom of the room as the monitors flicked both from water damage and the sudden appearance of a Displeased looking AI appeared on it, managing to look both enraged and...slightly sickly looking.
Alpha would recall who he was, remembering when Storm faced off against him and how violently he comprised his armors systems (I.E. Her systems)

[color=grey]"Re-enforcements have arrived."[/color]

He proclaimed as a squad of 5 Marines began to enter the storm, this time with their visors on and aiming for the Cleric and AI.

[color=grey]"Stimpak activated."[/color]

AIMBot then stated, prompting winces of pain from each of the marines before they began to act somewhat erratically, shaking and screaming before they charged into battle guns blazing looking like they had a serious case of Roid Rage.

MIT Convention: Holding Area: ARES 35, Cadolblog, Ton Ton

Ares's struggles went somewhat un-noticed as the several events going on all over MIT was starting to have it's effect on the guards, spreading them thin as a few of them ran past her cell.
The remaining one was a large armored marine so was hoping on one foot as he tried to fit on one of his extra large armor boots, clearly having some issues doing so when his "Hands" were cannons.
"Come on, piece of-Who designs these fucking things?!" He whined as he walked right in front of the metal door right as ARES kicked it off it's hinges, splatting him against the wall as Cadolbolg and Ton Ton watched. (and barely avoided themselves!)
Before she could really make a good escape attempt though, ARES soon found that same door rushing back to meet her as the Marauder fired one of his cannons against it, returning to the favor as he stepped out of the grove that the impact made in the wall.
"...Ohhhh, Master Chief...YOU DONE FUCKED NOW!" He roared, both in anger and ignorance as he charged into the cell to beat the snot out of the robotic woman, barely noticing the Cutie Bruisers as a result.

MIT Convention: Maintenance route to Stage 4: Wanderer, Caim, Catalina

Static radiated from Catalina's body as the pulse grenade hit, giving Wanderer the opening he needed to land with that super heated saturnite fist, how he carried that around in his pants, no one knows...
Either way, Caim's interruption allowed her to pick herself off the floor, the metal in her face now glowing red from the heat, matching the rest of it as the anger from seeing her love's "Boyfriend" suddenly show up.
"Ohhhhh, Jou brought jour little queer lover boy along because jou can't beat a real woman!?" She shouted as she opened up a pair of compartments on her wrists, causing two Metal blades.
"I'll cut jour fucking balls off and kill jour children too. Come on! EAT MY SHIT!" The crazed cyborg yelled before charging in, dual wielding her blades as she went full offensive, trying to use each blade on one target.

 

[Generic NPC 22]

The Escapist Avatar Adventures
Location: Admissions Office | Massachusetts Institute of Technology | Boston | Massachusetts | United States
​

Katya Rostikova was reasonably sure that she was in the lair of Doctor Neo Cortex, the subject that the Crew of the Rising Dawn had infiltrated the campus to capture. First impressions aside, the shrimp of a scientist wasn't much to look at, especially dressed up in an outfit that should have been worn by someone far taller and better looking than he. Truth be told, however, Katya wasn't exactly in any position to speak since she was dressed like an 8 year old girl that was actually a 500 year old vampire. There was a strange irony to the fact that Doctor Neo Cortex dressed up to someone taller and the Hacker Heroine dressed down to someone shorter.


Musings aside, the normally verbose young woman was at a loss for words considering how easy it had been to infiltrate into the lair of Doctor Neo Cortex. The only thing that remained would be returning to the Airship with the soon to be captive scientist. As she considered those questions, she moved towards the occupied Doctor with her sword drawn.

Raising the blade over her head, the conclusion was that extricating him from said lair would be the trick... trickier... part?

The stream of consciousness in the young Haxx0r's head was brought to a screeching stop when she noted that a replay of Doctor Cortex's last game revealed that he was doing a piss poor job of microing and macroing. The Terran Space Marine group that he controlled was taking 2 steps too man before firing on an approaching wave of Zerglings. On top of that, he was using his Vikings to go Overlord hunting when they could have been reinforcing the Space Marines and eliminating the Zergling hunting party.

"Wut 1n t3h H3llz d1d j00 th1nk j00 w3r3 d0ing?" Katya asked bringing attention to the fact that she was standing right behind Cortex with her blade drawn... not exactly the best look when you're stuck in enemy territory.

 

[StormShaun]

Wanderer [https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/24/58/72/245872571834f97032c2e068a0216252.jpg] (Currently in a Janitor outfit) & Caim Vs Catalina.
Location: Maintenance | MIT.

*I ain't changing the theme song.* [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLBAFJWbd30]

After Catalina called him for swinging the other day, Wanderer signed and turned to Caim. Ignoring Catalina as he placed his focus back in Caim, his eyes went back to glowing blue, and he shook his head gently.
"I don't swing that way ... plus I didn't swing her way." He said much more calmer, before crimson took over again.
"Because she's an ugly *****, and not dying is SO unattractive." He literally bitched, looking back to the still charging Catalina, Wanderer pointed to Caim.

"I ain't with him *****, he's fucks dragons ... and yes, it is probably as awesome as it sounds." Wanderer yelled and followed it with a insane, hysterical laugh. Under his breath, Wanderer muttered, "[sub]No offense.[/sub]" Then just before she launched her attack, Wanderer threw his fist at her. Yet this was directly at the blade, so who knows what could happen.

Storm [http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs71/f/2012/330/8/9/toshiro_hitsugaya_render_1_by_roronoaroel-d5m9t5d.png], Alpha [http://media.tumblr.com/2e810595bdd3afb970d246379deaf03b/tumblr_inline_mybdqxc9JR1r2xyr2.png], Teri, Garm, and Dimitri.
Location: show floor | MIT.

Storm.

Readying himself for combat, Storm could feel the new wetness tickle him, almost making him shiver. Assault shots were fired, and the Spartan was trying to look around, because he could feel no pain or instict to move or dodge. Storm's jaw would have dropped to the ground as his eyes examined the bullet holes around him. Cocking his head, he gave a gesture that said "really?!"
"Your aim is worse than the Red and Blue simulation troopers'." Storm said, with a smirk that could only talk about his experience.

Before the almost cocky Spartan could say any more, the Marine threw his gun. Instincts and teachings came into play, as Storm let go of one hand, and made a diagonal dash to the right of the Marine. Not only this, but with his katana in one hand, he made a single swipe. As Storm stopped behind the charging Marine, the gun fell into two pieces before the hulking armour. "You missed, but I didn't." He said in a more colder voice.

If the Marine noticed through the combat adrenaline or stimpak/psycho[footnote]I don't know if Storm's enemy was affected, that and if you intentionally named it stimpak, because it sounds more like Psychos' effect.[/footnote], he could feel air against his side. In actual fact, in that singular dash cut, the fastest Spartan alive didn't only cut the weapon, but he intentionally cut the sides of the Marine's armour, as a warning. Before the Marine could notice, Storm was already facing his back, and once more into his stance. "Fight, if you want to die." His voice boomed, as if demanding a challenge.

Alpha.

Looking at the screen, analyzing the imagine, and matching it against data she had recorded since the beginning of her time in the world, she could recall this particular AI. "

We have met this AI before ... ... or should I say, [b]Viscus![/b]

" She cried out aggressively against the screen, knowing it would do little against a non-emotional AI like that. Before he hack Storm's armour, and now he was trying to hack her.

"

[color=nvayblue]Two AI are better than one.[/color]

" She looked to her side and said to her comrades. Pulling out her rapier, she presented her own fighting stance and charged forth as well. While charging she lowered her pain sensors as much as she could. Alpha could already feel several bullets graze along her as well as inside her. Alpha went towards the nearest Marine, hoping that she could pierce them with abnormal strength of her synthetic body, Alpha let out a cry as she tried to impale the Marine.